Running through the fire, they took all I've got Tore it all away but not my blood Not my blood Up in the air, birds they merge and part Got the fuel pumping through me, like they do Like they do Marking his prey and he's heading right for it Round the corner there's got to be something true Something true From a distance it grows stronger I con't see it but I feel it I feel it From inside and within these walls through the window its all right, its alright But outside and on the streets It's all a mess, it's all a mess